"I guess we're not going out then? Okay," An Ning pretended not to be aware of Qiao Shishi's sudden issue. "Then we'll wait until tomorrow, we'll have a good chat then."
"Okay, An Ning, I'm hanging up now!" said Qiao Shishi.
"Mm-hmm!"
An Ning hung up the phone.
Yu Ziqian asked with his big eyes full of intense sadness, filled with hope, "So we're not going out? Does that auntie have something to do?"
"Oh... oh... oh... I can sleep with mom in one bed tonight." Yu Ziqian jumped onto his parents' large bed and started rolling back and forth on it.
Such a tiny, adorable little meatball.
An Ning took a short video and sent it to her mom.
Upon watching it, Cheng Yujie immediately replied, "Qianqian, you're just like you were as a child. When you were happy, you also liked to roll around on the bed, and you rolled around like a big panda too."
Watching it, An Ning too reminisced about her own childhood, indeed this action was also her favorite.
